A Journey Across the Blue I never thought I’d fall in love with the sea — until I boarded that cruise ship. It began in Barcelona. The sun was just rising as we stepped onto the deck, greeted by the scent of salt and adventure. Our ship, a floating city of lights and glass, slowly pulled away from the harbor, and the world we knew faded into the horizon. Days passed in a dreamlike rhythm. Mornings began with coffee on the balcony, watching the endless blue stretch beyond imagination. By afternoon, we were wandering through cobbled streets in coastal towns — Marseille, then Florence, then Santorini — each more charming than the last. We tasted local dishes, got lost in tiny alleyways, and spoke with strangers who felt like old friends by sunset. Nights on the ship were magical. The sky turned violet as live music played on the upper deck. We danced barefoot. We laughed too loud. We stared at the stars until the ocean disappeared into darkness. And somewhere in the quiet between ports, the sea changed us. Slower days taught us presence. Long dinners reminded us of connection. And standing at the railing at midnight, watching the waves shimmer under the moon, I realized something: sometimes, you don’t need to go far to feel free. You just need to let the current take you. It wasn’t just a vacation. It was a reminder — that beauty waits where you least expect it, and that the horizon is always just the beginning.